I got Bobby's invitation in the mail. Woo. I haven't opened it yet, because I'll lose the contents. And it's not like I don't know what's in it, I stuffed ~150 of them on Wednesday.

I am waiting a week and then sending it back. During this week, I will decide the number for the RSVP... I am thinking I want to go alone. I want to spend time with my close friends and don't particularly want to bring a date that no one knows. Then again, everyone will be all coupley, and I'll wish I had someone there to dance with, most likely. We'll see.

DS will be here next weekend. I think we're doing lunch. It's been nine years and four days since we broke up. Ah, first love.

My mom doesn't believe that Kim exists. She is going to plan a barbecue for my friends she hasn't met. This could be interesting. As I get older, my friends get less family-friendly. Maybe one at a time it would be okay, but in a big group? Scary.

I want to get in my hot tub, and I don't want to do it alone.

Work is good. I got some pretty fantastic compliments and ratings. I am being recommended for a "full bonus"